The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-06-15

there. The sermon from beginning "a
end seemed inspired by the acts of he
roic self-sacrifice of that girl. Mr..
Blaze did not know there was such
a person in existence, yet, to use one Of
Peddler Pete's characteristic express
Sions, his cloth was cut for any meas
urc.
Why had nc not before noticed that
this real heroine was wasting her life
for her little brother, was the thought
that came to Warren's mind; II will
see my father and mother about it. I"
When preaching was over Mr.. Blaze
and his wife consented to go home with
Mr.. Stuart, and Peddler Pete being
there, the wagon was full without War
rem.
Never mind me, father" he said,
ats only u nice walk and the moon
shines brightly" The truth is, our
young doctor preferred to walk alone,
that he might the better digest the dis
I-uryrrt-v,.-ite- had heard.
Pete insisted on walking in his stead,
but he would not hear to it, and the
wagon rolled on with its human freight,
leaving Warren a-foot and alone. He
started briskly down the wooded road,
but had gone only short distance
when he almost ran against some one
who was tripping lightly along before
| him.
Excuse me-" he said. There was
timid acceptance of the apology. and
the slight form drew back in the dark
part of the road for him to pass.
ut Is so Ui,uk here said Warren.
VERY dark, Mr.. Stuart" responded
voice, sweetly.
81 beg pardon, but is not this
Helen ?"
lit is, SIR" was the timid response.
"Were you at church ?"
Eyes sir"
"And are now on your way home
alone ?"
Eyes sir, but don't mind it. 1 am
not afraid and the walk is pleasant"
but you shall not go alone, Helen;
l will be your escort"
"Oh, if you please, sir, I am not
afraid" the girl said timidly. 1.-The
moon shines brightly, and | do not
want TO trouble you"
Nonsense, Helen, it's no trouble to
me- he said. laughing, and he took her
arm as if she were some great lady.
They walked on and began to talk
about the sermon. Warren could not
but contrast the depth of Hclen's con-
versation with the shallOwness of Halle
Arnold. As the timidity left her she
began to converse with a knowledge
surprising in u hired girl. Where had
she learned so much? was the question
our hero asked himself. As they came
out into more open part of tho road
the moon fell upon her upturned face.
Oh, how lovely it looked. The large
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unconiined hair was ringlets of gold,
and the form, neatly, but not grandly,
attired, was beautiful.
They were just in the midst of an an
mated conversation upon the sermon |
when the moons rays revealed the real |
loneliness of Helen Lakcman. Warren
Arnold "eYer has forgotten, and we are
assured he never will forget, that moon
light walk. He may have had other
happy moments in his life, but this,
the first dawning of pure love, was
the. happiest-24ssR!eat-a f- his existence.
He asked Helen why she did not go
to church in the forenoon. and she
answered that having to get dinner she
did not have time. She only got an
opportunity to steal away and hear the
word of God after she had done her
days work and put little Amos TO bed
But why did you not go with
mother and sister in the carriage ?'
She made no answer to this and War
rem bit his lip. There was room for
the minister, his wife, and even Peddler
Pete, but this poor girl, who was an
angel on earth, after toiling all day
Sunday, was compelled TO walk a mile
and Il half to church. The neglect of
his parents, however, had given him
the blessed privilege of Helen's COM
pany, and he had discovered how pre-
cious she was to him.
We will not attempt to record their
It was not of love, but
love itself. Both knew it, both felt, yet
both struggled against it. The old